Dylan smiles viciously, though the expression is a brief one before it slips into something unabashedly furious. He's taken his pleasure in Merritt's realization; time for the coup de grace. Minus the mercy.
"Not good enough," he answers, voice low, dangerous. "You don't get to make me go through this shit and just walk away. You don't get to take my father from me, make me choose." He flashes his teeth at Merritt, sneering. "So, I set you up, and God, it was easy."
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Date: 2016-06-16 04:35 am (UTC)"Not good enough," he answers, voice low, dangerous. "You don't get to make me go through this shit and just walk away. You don't get to take my father from me, make me choose." He flashes his teeth at Merritt, sneering. "So, I set you up, and God, it was easy."